It was a very difficult day today in many ways: 30 km in the rain, got lost, got soaked, got tired, legs starting to bread down, decided to stop at Santiago.
About 10 km into the walk I started to get shooting pains in my right shin. Of course it’s 5 km until the next cafe, so I keep walking. The pain turns into an ache, but when I stopped walking for coffee, the pain stopped. I hoped that was it, but as soon as I started walking again, the ache returned eventually moving into my right knee.
I spent the day going back and forth about walking on from Santiago. Although I think I COULD keep walking I finally decided that my body (or the universe, or God) was sending me a message and perhaps I should listen. Worn out shoes, heavy rain, bad shin. Yes, it’s time for this old guy to stop the Camino and declare victory. 10 more km tomorrow morning walking with my friends and a nice celebration of my 1000 mile walk.
It was a tough decision, but I will take a bus to Finesterre. I really need to be at the ocean, and it will still mean a lot to me to visit Muxia.
Even though my active walk is almost over, I have learned a lot which I intend to write about in the coming days.
I didn’t recognize much from my previous walk, but I had lunch here with Marie-Jo